Amazed Kurdy was standing in the small yard behind the school. When Smith had told him that his daughter was living here, he had refused to believe it at first. To picture him as a father was more than difficult. Smith was his friend, yes, but he also was the weirdest guy with he had ever met.

To see him in such a hilarious state, playing a game of tag with the little girl, running, laughing, swirling her around was somehow strange but touching. Hard to believe that this was the same guy who insisted that he was God's messenger.

He was standing in the middle of the old bridge for quite a while now. Staring down into the dark, deep water. Endless silence around him, even the birds and bee and flies had decided to avoid this place.

But the noise in his head wasn't willing to stop, cries for help, cries of pain, echoes from a long-gone day. The day where the world broke down; where all adults died and the children were left behind alone. Since then they were wandering around, no place to stay, not knowing where to go next. They were lost, all of them.

The death was tempting. He couldn't swim. He could easily let lose, climb onto the wooden guard railing of the bridge … and jump. And the voices in his head would become silent.

…

When he hit the water, it knocked every breath out of him; he opened the mouth to let cold, dark water into his lungs. Welcome darkness swelled up and spread out.

But suddenly the silence was interrupted by a booming voice.„This is not the time to die.“

In vain he tried to fight the invisible force who pulled him upwards again, back into the glaring sunlight.

„I was away for too long,“ God said.„And I will need your help to put the world in order.“